You appreciate themoonwhen it is a faintsliver beforesunrisethat you would have missedhad you not been up in thedarkto comfort Star Baby I found this poem I jotted down early, early one morning. Star Baby was our cat for 20 years. At the end she needed lots of care but also gave much love back. She … More Star Blessings
Balloons, bubbles, and backyard bouncingnew baby cousin watches with wonderbirthday celebration on my backyard neighbor’s deckseen from my back window From the front window another scenefriends and family with plates of foodofferings for grieving survivors ofmy across-the-street neighbor who died Me, in between the two housesisn’t that how it is?birth and joydeath and griefwith vicissitude … More Sandwiched
I know I’m alive when sweet spring hawthorn scents my doorwayI know I’m alive when French silk pie lingers on my tongueI know I’m alive when I slide between cool laundered sheetsI know I’m alive when movement of shadows change with the sunI know I’m alive when Clapton blues dance my feetI know I’m alive … More I’m Alive
Knees can get scrapedbones are sometimes brokenhowever Hope for Healingstill she persists Promises are fracturedlosses overwhelmhowever Hope for Healingstill she persists Icebergs melt too quicklypolicy pollutes our airhowever Hope for Healingstill she persists Disease spreads to manylonely goodbyes too soonhowever Hope for Healingstill she persists Photo courtesy of Pixabay
Not much paper to feed the flamenot much writing went ontime spent instead on memorial servicesdifficult sympathy cards to send Days lost without meditationcrackle with spiritual neglectleaving me more isolatedless intentionally loving But new days are dawningnot all bridges burnedeven some newly spanningacross dark chasms of last year *Poem inspired by Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem … More Burning the Old Year*
Beetle died on the patio table big guy, looking strong Brought him into the kitchen propped him up on a shot glass Reminds me life is short Take your shot when you can Photo from my personal collection
I can’t vacation on the beach after I leave this world Or feel the sun’s warmth on my face after I leave this world No longer will we share our meals after I leave this world So, I better do it now while I’m still here I won’t be penning poems like this after I … More While I’m Still Here
In the woods where I walk, a doe lay dying She could have just been asleep but she didn’t stir as I walked by Deer die just like all of us I could do nothing to help her except offer her respect for this transition So, I whispered a lovingkindness mantra customized just for this … More Contemplative Care
Two elms, siblings, grew tall together for years side by side near my window One became ill and died last year, the other in grief died this spring A carver of wood was invited to see latent art within the dead stumps Now two great blue herons stand tall together looking up to the future … More Afterlife
Leaves spiral downward in joyful pirouetting to their swan song dance They freckle my lawn in hues that nourish autumn’s cycle Image is an original photo taken this morning of my back yard.
Wind Rush 